Bye bye enjoyable Spring Break.
I feel rather sorry for those of my classmates who have been away from MN in the past two days because they're sure in for a surprise upon their return. They left in the middle of a MN warm-up, with the cursed snow melting at every turn, and now we have a fresh dose of the white horror. It's been so warm these last few days, it truly felt like the end of winter and I was just beginning to rejoice when Mother Nature, content with her little joke, thrust us back into snow central. :(
Despite this tragedy, Spring Break in itself has been very relaxing, with a few unexpected but very satisfactory surprises. ;) I got to hang out with people that I don't really get to see much above once a week and so that was pretty awesome. And plenty of Facebook and music.
My one regret is that I haven't been reading much. I did actually finish one book, Twilight, but I can't really believe that I've only finished one book...I've been too busy on the computer and my attention span is lacking apparently.
But, all in all it's been a good week and best of all, my birthday party is tomorrow with my best friends :p so that should be awesome!
well, I'm kind of trailing off here...soo maybe I'll write again before I have to return to school...but I'm not promising.
BYe!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Let us pray the night will come not too soon...
One of my cat's very sick. We think it's his kidney but all the vets are closed since it's saturday. I have know idea if anyone reads this regularly, but if anyone reads this at all, please pray for him! Even if you're not christian or anything, simply ask whomever that he might not leave us before his time.
in desperate hope,
B
in desperate hope,
B
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Fairy Speaks-Prologue (by bridget)
Prologue
A very long time ago in a land now lost in the sands of time there was a kingdom ruled by a kindly king and queen who desperately wanted a child. Every month the queen waited with bated breath, the whisper of a hope not daring to pass her lips, and every month with the arrival of her courses, she’d lock herself in her bedchamber and cry the tears of a devastated woman. The years passed and there came the time when the queen knew that she would soon be unable to conceive let alone carry a child.
One evening, when faced with the signature pains of looming despair, the queen locked her bedchamber door as usual and sat sorrowfully at her window, the cold light of the full moon doing nothing to dispel her gloom. Sitting in one attitude contemplating her latest failed attempt to become with child pushed her swiftly into irrational anger, causing her to pound her fist upon the unforgiving pane of the window. This sincerely futile act resulted in more tears which streamed uncontrollably down the of the queens pallid cheek, soaking her elegant nightgown. Once her tear ducts ran dry she stared listlessly out at the glittering dew-drenched lawns. In her solitude she found herself talking to herself and pleading with the moon. “For what sins am I thus punished? Why must I remain childless when it is the dearest wish of my simple heart to feel the joys and satisfaction of motherhood?” The queen leaned her furrowed brow against the cool glass, attempting to calm her harsh breathing. “I wish with all my heart, to whoever may be listening, for a child. Toward this end I will do anything asked of me, just give me a little prince or princess for me to shower with my unending love and devotion!” The queen’s voice rose until she was shouting hopelessly at the indifferent orb in the velvet sky. Her head fell heavily into cupped hands, her thick plaited hair swung forward across her shoulder in defeat.
Several moments passed, the silence deafening. It was a number of minutes before the queen became aware of a presence in the room, a disturbance in the natural rhythms of the room she knew so well. Raising her bowed head she blearily searched the room for the source of the disturbance. At first she registered nothing different in the room, but out of the corner of her eye she saw a slight movement in the shadows near the wardrobe, a mere flick of silent shadow, but a movement none the less. She focused on the spot, but the darkness was too dense for her moon-struck eyes to dispel. She stared a moment longer willing the stranger to move once more but still she saw nothing. She shook her head chastising herself for falling prey to hallucinations when a final glance at the corner displayed the image of a black-clad woman stepping from the darkness. The queen blinked to assure herself this woman was no figment of an splintering sanity, and when the woman continued to step forward the queen conceded the validity of this miraculous appearance. The woman was tall and willowy with pale skin and black hair which fell in chaotic waves far below her waste. She was dressed in black leather and a black cloak, with knee-high boots that were durable-looking yet wildly sexy at the same time. The woman stopped walking as the queen took in her appearance, standing arms crossed in front of her chest and one hip stuck out arrogantly. The queen saw the sly glint of a silver dagger stowed within easy reach in the top of the woman’s boot and for the first time realizing her own danger and the grave possibility of this being an assassination attempt. She knew she should scream or call out, but her voice caught in her throat, the woman had her mesmerized. The queen kept on staring while the woman alternated between staring haughtily back at her and glancing at her nails in boredom. Finally the woman in black cleared her throat impatiently. “Who—who are you?” the queen asked, her voice shaking. The other woman tossed her thick hair over one shoulder with barely concealed irritation. “You made a wish did you not?” The queen gaped back dumbly. “I—well yes I did, but I didn’t expect anyone to respond. Who are you?” she repeated. “I am Maeve, Queen of the Fae.” The black-haired woman continued completely ignoring the queen who stood rooted to the spot in disbelief. “You wish for a child. I have decided that I shall grant you this wish. In nine months time, you shall give birth to twin princesses, one with hair like morning’s first rays and one with hair the ebony of night..” Overjoyed and humbled by these glad tidings, the queen fell to her knees, the tears renewed upon her cheek. “Oh thank you, Your Majes—“ Maeve held up her hand to silence the prostrating woman. “However, in return you must give me the dark princess to be brought up among the fairies.” The queen, horrified at the thought of giving up something she had so recently gained started to protest, but Maeve once again cut her off. “Without my help you shall be barren all your days. If you wish for a child then you must agree to my terms.” Seeing no alternative, the queen reluctantly agreed, vowing in her heart to find some way to save both her daughters from fairy trickery. “I will agree to give you one of my daughters if you grant me this wish,” she said tightly, and without another word, the Fairy Queen melted silently and lithely into the shadows from whence she had appeared. Once the other monarch at removed herself, the queen placed her hand gently on her flat stomach, willing her fingers to feel the stirrings of new life within. She would protect her babies, she wasn’t sure how, but she would protect her babies.
A very long time ago in a land now lost in the sands of time there was a kingdom ruled by a kindly king and queen who desperately wanted a child. Every month the queen waited with bated breath, the whisper of a hope not daring to pass her lips, and every month with the arrival of her courses, she’d lock herself in her bedchamber and cry the tears of a devastated woman. The years passed and there came the time when the queen knew that she would soon be unable to conceive let alone carry a child.
One evening, when faced with the signature pains of looming despair, the queen locked her bedchamber door as usual and sat sorrowfully at her window, the cold light of the full moon doing nothing to dispel her gloom. Sitting in one attitude contemplating her latest failed attempt to become with child pushed her swiftly into irrational anger, causing her to pound her fist upon the unforgiving pane of the window. This sincerely futile act resulted in more tears which streamed uncontrollably down the of the queens pallid cheek, soaking her elegant nightgown. Once her tear ducts ran dry she stared listlessly out at the glittering dew-drenched lawns. In her solitude she found herself talking to herself and pleading with the moon. “For what sins am I thus punished? Why must I remain childless when it is the dearest wish of my simple heart to feel the joys and satisfaction of motherhood?” The queen leaned her furrowed brow against the cool glass, attempting to calm her harsh breathing. “I wish with all my heart, to whoever may be listening, for a child. Toward this end I will do anything asked of me, just give me a little prince or princess for me to shower with my unending love and devotion!” The queen’s voice rose until she was shouting hopelessly at the indifferent orb in the velvet sky. Her head fell heavily into cupped hands, her thick plaited hair swung forward across her shoulder in defeat.
Several moments passed, the silence deafening. It was a number of minutes before the queen became aware of a presence in the room, a disturbance in the natural rhythms of the room she knew so well. Raising her bowed head she blearily searched the room for the source of the disturbance. At first she registered nothing different in the room, but out of the corner of her eye she saw a slight movement in the shadows near the wardrobe, a mere flick of silent shadow, but a movement none the less. She focused on the spot, but the darkness was too dense for her moon-struck eyes to dispel. She stared a moment longer willing the stranger to move once more but still she saw nothing. She shook her head chastising herself for falling prey to hallucinations when a final glance at the corner displayed the image of a black-clad woman stepping from the darkness. The queen blinked to assure herself this woman was no figment of an splintering sanity, and when the woman continued to step forward the queen conceded the validity of this miraculous appearance. The woman was tall and willowy with pale skin and black hair which fell in chaotic waves far below her waste. She was dressed in black leather and a black cloak, with knee-high boots that were durable-looking yet wildly sexy at the same time. The woman stopped walking as the queen took in her appearance, standing arms crossed in front of her chest and one hip stuck out arrogantly. The queen saw the sly glint of a silver dagger stowed within easy reach in the top of the woman’s boot and for the first time realizing her own danger and the grave possibility of this being an assassination attempt. She knew she should scream or call out, but her voice caught in her throat, the woman had her mesmerized. The queen kept on staring while the woman alternated between staring haughtily back at her and glancing at her nails in boredom. Finally the woman in black cleared her throat impatiently. “Who—who are you?” the queen asked, her voice shaking. The other woman tossed her thick hair over one shoulder with barely concealed irritation. “You made a wish did you not?” The queen gaped back dumbly. “I—well yes I did, but I didn’t expect anyone to respond. Who are you?” she repeated. “I am Maeve, Queen of the Fae.” The black-haired woman continued completely ignoring the queen who stood rooted to the spot in disbelief. “You wish for a child. I have decided that I shall grant you this wish. In nine months time, you shall give birth to twin princesses, one with hair like morning’s first rays and one with hair the ebony of night..” Overjoyed and humbled by these glad tidings, the queen fell to her knees, the tears renewed upon her cheek. “Oh thank you, Your Majes—“ Maeve held up her hand to silence the prostrating woman. “However, in return you must give me the dark princess to be brought up among the fairies.” The queen, horrified at the thought of giving up something she had so recently gained started to protest, but Maeve once again cut her off. “Without my help you shall be barren all your days. If you wish for a child then you must agree to my terms.” Seeing no alternative, the queen reluctantly agreed, vowing in her heart to find some way to save both her daughters from fairy trickery. “I will agree to give you one of my daughters if you grant me this wish,” she said tightly, and without another word, the Fairy Queen melted silently and lithely into the shadows from whence she had appeared. Once the other monarch at removed herself, the queen placed her hand gently on her flat stomach, willing her fingers to feel the stirrings of new life within. She would protect her babies, she wasn’t sure how, but she would protect her babies.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sometimes an apple is just an apple~Ms Hutch (and whoever else)
heyo :)
I have been meaning to post something about this for weeks, but everytime I sat down to write it, I found myself doing something else. Anyway, this year in English I've been struggling with finding interest in most of the material we've been studying; I've found some interest, but when we first start each work I can never seen what the relevancy is or why the heck we're reading this....it seems that with each work I'll sit down and start to read and I'll end up fast asleep be it in my egg chair or on my bed, which is really annoying. Well anyway, we recently read The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekov and The House of Bernarda Alba by Ferderico Garcia Lorca. As per the norm (or at least of this year), when I first started reading I fell asleep for both works and didn't see the point of reading it. Then we started the analysis. I think I must be one of the stranges high school students, but the analysis of the text is one of my favorite parts of the whole unit provided the work has sufficient plumpness to effectively pick it apart. I especially love it when books have political/ historical aspects to argue with and analyze...most especially when it has to do with liberals versus conservatives (Bernda Alba) or repression of women such as Ibsen's Dollhouse which we read earlier this year. Most people grumble about the analysis (and I do too a little bit ;) but i really do love it...I love forming theories/arguments and finding the evidence in the text to back it up.
Other then that nothing's really different with me except that I'm finally starting to work on my twisted fairytale short story..even though I haven't finished any of the other novels >.<
I think I'll start keeping a book tally of how many books I read this year..or attempt to at least ;)
So:
Books read so far this year: 8 (shamefully low, I know)
TTFN,
B
I have been meaning to post something about this for weeks, but everytime I sat down to write it, I found myself doing something else. Anyway, this year in English I've been struggling with finding interest in most of the material we've been studying; I've found some interest, but when we first start each work I can never seen what the relevancy is or why the heck we're reading this....it seems that with each work I'll sit down and start to read and I'll end up fast asleep be it in my egg chair or on my bed, which is really annoying. Well anyway, we recently read The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekov and The House of Bernarda Alba by Ferderico Garcia Lorca. As per the norm (or at least of this year), when I first started reading I fell asleep for both works and didn't see the point of reading it. Then we started the analysis. I think I must be one of the stranges high school students, but the analysis of the text is one of my favorite parts of the whole unit provided the work has sufficient plumpness to effectively pick it apart. I especially love it when books have political/ historical aspects to argue with and analyze...most especially when it has to do with liberals versus conservatives (Bernda Alba) or repression of women such as Ibsen's Dollhouse which we read earlier this year. Most people grumble about the analysis (and I do too a little bit ;) but i really do love it...I love forming theories/arguments and finding the evidence in the text to back it up.
Other then that nothing's really different with me except that I'm finally starting to work on my twisted fairytale short story..even though I haven't finished any of the other novels >.<
I think I'll start keeping a book tally of how many books I read this year..or attempt to at least ;)
So:
Books read so far this year: 8 (shamefully low, I know)
TTFN,
B
Saturday, January 22, 2011
just a little something..or the beginnings of something :)
Elspeth Greenbough paced restlessly back and forth across the room, wearing a permanent path on the wood floor. Siobhan sat quietly in the chair in the corner next to the fireplace. She gritted her teeth as the other woman continued her systematic movements; the pacing was really starting to annoy her, but she knew it was useless to attempt to curb the activity. "Would you lighten up already? He'll be here," she said exasperatedly. Without breaking her routine, Elspeth responded, her eyes continually trained on the homely rug that lay drably on the floor. "He's late! You assured me that his guy was reliable!" Siobhan rolled her eyes heavenward asking for divine patience. "He is only five minutes late; I imagine it must be difficult to sneak away from the village at this time of night, especially with Kalger as the gatekeeper, and him with the ears of a hare." Elspeth's shoulders rose and fell in a small gesture which Siobhan took as grudging acknowledgement of a viable explantation. Silence ensued, punctured every so often by the creakings of the weathered floorboards as Elspeth continued her pacing. After a few minutes, another sound could be heard by those who were listening; the softest sound of crackling leaves heralding an appraoch. Siobhan smirked at his attempt at stealth, for she could tell that he was truly trying. His precautions however were to no avail, for only the deafest o forest inhabitants would know ofhis presence; even thhose who couldn't hear could smell him, so in actuality he was fooling no one. Of course the Coven would know he was here, but hopefully they would attest it to a drunken ramble and remain where they were certainly now hidden around the cottage observing. Filled with sudden striking anxiety, Siobhan crossed her fingers in her lap, fervently hoping that no one would come investigate. Her breath caught in her chest as a board squeaked on the porch, echoing in the silence, suddenly sure they were going to be caught. Both women glared at the door, neither one daring to allow a single breath escape. Just as Siobhan felt she could go not one minute more without air, a soft, low whistle snaked beneath the door, its mournful note reverberating through Siobhan's bones.
The signal!
---enjoy, idk if this will ever be something, but here it is with the potential to be anything :)
Slainte
B
The signal!
---enjoy, idk if this will ever be something, but here it is with the potential to be anything :)
Slainte
B
Sunday, January 9, 2011
The Authoress
May the rain fall soft upon your fields.
For Christmas I got a book from my aunt and uncle titled The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton. I have been reading it over the last week and just finished. Stupid school kept me from reading straight through like I would have preferred, but I'm done now and all I can say is Wow. Many books I sincerely enjoyed, but this book was just...I don't even know. It was ripe with such emotion, especially the last few chapters. These last chapters should definitely be read with a box of tissues, something I didn't know...causing me to run into the bathroom eyes stinging to grab a tissue and relief. The last chapter was filled with so much pain and desperation, my chest was tight...you know in that way where you feel too much to even cry. The last page had the tears falling though. I wouldn't say that the book has a happy ending, but it has a satisfying one...it is a welcome release...it helps free the soul of a heavy burden.
I would 100% recommend this book to anyone who likes historical fiction, romance, mystery, fairytales...It's simply amazing and will certainly take up a new residence on the shelf which holds my dearest friends,
That is all for now,
Much Love,
B
For Christmas I got a book from my aunt and uncle titled The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton. I have been reading it over the last week and just finished. Stupid school kept me from reading straight through like I would have preferred, but I'm done now and all I can say is Wow. Many books I sincerely enjoyed, but this book was just...I don't even know. It was ripe with such emotion, especially the last few chapters. These last chapters should definitely be read with a box of tissues, something I didn't know...causing me to run into the bathroom eyes stinging to grab a tissue and relief. The last chapter was filled with so much pain and desperation, my chest was tight...you know in that way where you feel too much to even cry. The last page had the tears falling though. I wouldn't say that the book has a happy ending, but it has a satisfying one...it is a welcome release...it helps free the soul of a heavy burden.
I would 100% recommend this book to anyone who likes historical fiction, romance, mystery, fairytales...It's simply amazing and will certainly take up a new residence on the shelf which holds my dearest friends,
That is all for now,
Much Love,
B
Monday, January 3, 2011
A New Age Begins
ok, so it's not the beginning of a new age, just a new year.
WELCOME TO 2011 EVERYONE!!! xD
New Year's Resolutions:
-to become more comfortable and communicative around guys (yes lame i know ;)
-to write more, especially to try my hand at short stories
-to blog more ;)
- to be ME!!
Anyway, break is officially over, as I return to school in less than four hours. I can't believe that I'm staying up all night before the first day back...stupid procrastinating me left all my hw for the last day (typical) and I had this really stupid math portfolio thiny that no joke took like 7 hours, although I did take a break to watch a Cary Grant movie with my mom as a farewell to Christmas Break.
Now it's back to the grindstone, with a paper due friday that I have not even thought about since the bell rang at 2:00pm on December 17th. Even so, when I get home from school today I plan to play Scrabble with my mom, because hw will definitely get done that way. :)
So I just wanted to pop in and welcome in the new year, and promise to try in write more here and to post some of my attempted short stories.
Toodaloo
B
WELCOME TO 2011 EVERYONE!!! xD
New Year's Resolutions:
-to become more comfortable and communicative around guys (yes lame i know ;)
-to write more, especially to try my hand at short stories
-to blog more ;)
- to be ME!!
Anyway, break is officially over, as I return to school in less than four hours. I can't believe that I'm staying up all night before the first day back...stupid procrastinating me left all my hw for the last day (typical) and I had this really stupid math portfolio thiny that no joke took like 7 hours, although I did take a break to watch a Cary Grant movie with my mom as a farewell to Christmas Break.
Now it's back to the grindstone, with a paper due friday that I have not even thought about since the bell rang at 2:00pm on December 17th. Even so, when I get home from school today I plan to play Scrabble with my mom, because hw will definitely get done that way. :)
So I just wanted to pop in and welcome in the new year, and promise to try in write more here and to post some of my attempted short stories.
Toodaloo
B
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